Quincy’s last hike
Today, my friend Pam and her two sons, Grant and Reese, and I piled our dogs into her truck and we took off to hike to the Mica Mine in the Bangs Canyon Managment Area.
It's a nice, pretty-easy hike which ends in an abandoned mica mine surrounded by giant quartz veins. It's pretty gorgeous:
The only sad part of the 2.6 mile hike was our dear, old dog, Quincy:
She was properly hydrated and fed this time, but she still started to poop out on the walk back. But she made it and even trotted the last bit up to the truck and tucked herself in the shade.
She was going to be the first one in the truck, especially after she learned Pam promised air conditioning.
11 years is just too old for our Italian greyhound to scamper through the desert anymore. It makes me a little sad since now I have time to take her places and she's too old to go. But she's still got a least a few years of sitting in her catbed (shhh, she doesn't know it's a catbed) with her blankies ahead of her.